Day 15

Imagine a door. One which only you can walk through.
On the other side lies a new world. One free from the burdens and hardships in this life.
You step through and you leave them behind at the door. Just like mom kept asking you to: leave the boots at the door. Don't you track mud trough here!
The mud won't track. The boots will be off. The weight you brought with you will slide off and stay behind. 

You will find you can finally achieve what you've tried for since you started crawling: flight.
Picture this portal, the one that only you can walk through, and imagine what the other side must feel like.
Weightless. Boundless. Open and free. Things too fragile and finite to weather reality are here in full bloom.

Each sensation is a journey without destination, and each one you take is without hesitation. For there is no need for fear here. And you are here. Here is where you are.

Now imagine coming back.

After all, it's only a journey if you return in the end.
Stories must be told after all. Dreamers need something to dream on and you happen to have the clay for the foundation's brick.

Upon reentering our funny little world, where rain is wet and stars aren't sung into space by skylarks, you will resume those burdens and woes left behind. A shame I know, but this is the isn't there. This is here.
Take some solace in the knowledge that it won't come all at once.

But the weight will return. Piece by piece. Like a suit re composing itself around you.

Imagine these  scraps of fabric.

What would each fabric be?

Piece by piece, burden by burden.

Grudges. Envies. Heartache.
Shame.
Which is heaviest or most restricting? Which one strangles you?
Now: among them, how many must you keep putting back on?

For each time you come back, you may come back lighter. Less shrouded in the clothes you thought you would need to survive the cold.
Come back with less cloth and fewer chains, that you may one day find moments of flight in this world. So maybe here can be a little like there.

Of course, this is all just pretend. This funny little world is the only one I know.

There is no door. At least none that I can see.
And even if there was, would I walk through it?